July in Johannesburg is still stubbornly committed to winter and so, weaning myself off the performance high that was the National Arts Festival in June, I spend most of the month seeking refuge in the city’s galleries, theatres, make-shift museums, and malls-turned-art-fairs. *** The city
The post-Festival blues are still with me. This year’s National Arts Festival was one for the books, and a gorgeous reminder of the enduring ability of the arts to tell stories, to heal, to highlight and hold. This was my 10th year covering the Festival.
“It really is fine art,” enthuses the gentleman talking my friend and I through a series of artworks exhibited in Samsung Art Frame TVs. I’m not sure why he’s telling us this. We didn’t suggest that the digital portraits and landscapes squirming around in their
Public holidays aside, the month of April felt as if it blew by in the space of one very busy week. But it was not without its highlights. On a Tuesday evening in early April, Strauss & Co’s Johannesburg offices in Houghton play host to
On a Wednesday night at The Market Theatre, someone is blowing a whistle too loudly. There is no fire, no emergency, no sense of panic. Rather, as we wait to show our tickets to the ushers and file into the Mannie Manim theatre, faces scrunched
“What’s happening here tonight?” asked the Uber driver as I climbed into his car, escaping the howling wind and chatter outside the Cape Town Convention Centre.It was shortly after 21:00 and the 10th annual Investec Cape Town Art Fair (ICTAF) had just wrapped up its